My heart has inexplanably been battered, shredded, seared, torn, annhilated, and everything else. It"s like it were a sheet of paper in a construction book, torn out, cut up, had the remnants diposed of, sent into a shredder, placed in a bag, thrown as confetti, collected off the ground, into a jar of memories, tossed into an incinerator, and the ash that is left is what my heart was.Now I may be a little dramatic in explaining how much trauma my heart has felt and gone through, but I assure you that in those moments, that's exactly how it felt. It felt like I was left with nothing. Four years ago, I made the mistake of going out of my way to try and fix things that should have been left broken. Within those four years, I had my heart broken and toyed with and left thinking that it was best kept in my own hands. It is amazing to see how far I've come, and how great I've become, and how much I've grown. Did you know that the heart is able to adapt to even the scariest of situations? Do you know what happens when you tear a heart apart? It rebuilds itself. That's exactly what I did.Now I am stronger, quicker, smarter, and braver than I used to be. All thanks to you idiots.